plant a seed

plant a seed

A Poem by Emily B
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the idea is cliche, been done so many times before, yet it may grow into something taller

"

Plant a seed, he said,

and how could I resist?

If it's got enough heart in it

and we shine enough love on it

and sit back to watch it grow.

If I am patient enough

to wait through long years

sheltering the tiny green tendrils

as they reach hopefully

through the earth

I may one day find myself blessed

with fragrant blooms

of brilliant color.

 

© 2011 Emily B


Author's Note

Emily B
And then I had a day where I went back and asked

how do I learn patience?
I planted a seed
but I worry that the sun will be too hot
the wind too harsh
the rains drowning

He told me

just tell yourself that you're willing...the listener is deep inside, listening...


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they say "a watched pot never boils"..but that's just a misleading statement made to a curious child. It does boil, even if you're watching it. It might be more productive to chop the vegetables and throw in spices along the way, checking up on it naturally as you flow into a cooking routine. A good meal, like anything, takes love and time to be palatable...like what you're describing in this piece.
so anyway, yea..this is a nicely painted diagram of the growth process. It views like a nice watercolor. But it could also be describing the patience and nurturing required for any sort of goal or aspiration..so in that way it's universal [see review where I describe the true essence of simplicity].

Posted 14 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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i am pertually moved by your poetry! This one simple, and wrapped up so well that I immediatedly saw it was amazing in its alagorical insight into taking on struggle!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

You are an expressive writer whom uses vivid descriptions throughout. I enjoyed this short poem. Write on.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

"to wait through long years
sheltering the tiny green tendrils
as they reach hopefully
through the earth"

what i appreciate of this post, is how the subject matter stretches and able metaphor for each reader as person and creator of life. this is able, and noble, work. the italics raises the idea of the cliche' off of the rest of the piece, but sometimes the cliche' becomes that way because it is inherent in truth and wisdom. good work.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Your poem touched my heart and soul. Keep up your strong sense of...of...everything.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This made me tear up--because of the question implicit in its subtext--and I guess I believe that nothing happens without questioning. For me, this is a fine piece--full of peace and the reality of learning.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Very well done.keep it up.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Almost love your Author's note as much as your poem...FYI, you should post it.
I Really enjoyed this write Emily...beautifully told, emotionally uplifting.
glad I rediscovered you...
allen

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This grows in the reading as the reader understands.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

That 'just tell yourself that you're willing' is so very, very true. We need be patient for as long as; waiting, always waiting, still, ready, aware. And your words flow softly, sweetly, they always do, Emily. ' .. I may one day find myself blessed ~ with fragrant blooms ~ of brilliant color.' Those words apply to so much in life.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Fine poem, as always from Emily.This poem has a kind of zen feeling, it could have been written by a Japenese monk, it is full of patience and respect for nature.
A poem full of peace, great writing.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Emily B

Richmond, KY



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